For those without spoon
Once upon a time we were a peaceful tribe. We lived off the land and had a simple life in the company of our spoons.
Then one day a bad demon came from far away to purge our lands and destroy our people. This demon, called Spork, forcefully took our beloved spoons from us. Spork intended to replace all spoons with the invention called "spork", named after himself.
Spoons and other utensils were outlawed. The "spork" became the dominant force in the land. Soon spoons were something of a myth.
Many centuries have passed since Spork came into our lands and robbed us of our spoons. We have since become angry and violent, pilliging villages and conquering cities in search of a simple spoon. We have since learned that our life force flows in the spoons and without them we have become monsters. Our judgement has been clouded and we will not stop until we recover all the spoons that were taken from us by the evil Spork.
Beware. Let this serve as a warning. We will not rest, we will not eat, untill we have our spoons returned to us.
Nothing will stop us.
You have been warned...